Well, first things first, then. The place looked mostly empty, but Sigrun might as well poke around and see what she could find. She headed up the stairs and inside the slightly open great doors.
At the sight of the sheer size of the castle's great hall, she had to stop and whistle.
"If this is another one of those wacky Warden dreams," she said to herself, "it sure seems real." She rapped experimentally on the closest stone wall, and made a face as she nearly bruised her knuckles. "And that looks like the Inquisition heraldry, I thiink," she inspected the banners. "Sure close to what was on that letter the Commander got." Her voice bounced back at her from the wide empty hall, and she grimaced. "And now I'm talking to myself in a ghost castle that may or may not be a certain mountain stronghold thousands of miles away that I've never seen. Greeeaat. Maybe Nate's not the crazy one."
Moving further into the hall, she chose a door at random, the first one on her right, and made her way into a large rotunda. She stopped to admire the frescoes there and glance over the books on the table in the middle of the room.
"Fade shit, Fade shit, elves..." she muttered in a much quieter tone than before as she skimmed the titles. "Well that's not ominous at all."
Taking another path at random, she climbed the stairs upwards and found herself in what appeared to be a library.
At the sight of the sheer size of the castle's great hall, she had to stop and whistle.
"If this is another one of those wacky Warden dreams," she said to herself, "it sure seems real." She rapped experimentally on the closest stone wall, and made a face as she nearly bruised her knuckles. "And that looks like the Inquisition heraldry, I thiink," she inspected the banners. "Sure close to what was on that letter the Commander got." Her voice bounced back at her from the wide empty hall, and she grimaced. "And now I'm talking to myself in a ghost castle that may or may not be a certain mountain stronghold thousands of miles away that I've never seen. Greeeaat. Maybe Nate's not the crazy one."
Moving further into the hall, she chose a door at random, the first one on her right, and made her way into a large rotunda. She stopped to admire the frescoes there and glance over the books on the table in the middle of the room.
"Fade shit, Fade shit, elves..." she muttered in a much quieter tone than before as she skimmed the titles. "Well that's not ominous at all."
Taking another path at random, she climbed the stairs upwards and found herself in what appeared to be a library.
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Date: 2015-08-05 06:06 pm (UTC)From:"We definitely must go back soon. Can't let Oghren be the senior Warden in Vigil's Keep forever, poor recruits."
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Date: 2015-08-05 06:34 pm (UTC)From:"Now there's a thought. Might as well stop calling us the Grey Wardens and start calling us the Ale Wardens. Drunk Wardens? Something." She shuddered. "Right, so we need to get back as soon as possible, then," she said with a smirk.
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Date: 2015-08-05 06:43 pm (UTC)From:She opened the door to the kitchen.
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Date: 2015-08-05 06:49 pm (UTC)From:"Please. You're the Hero of Fereldan, Commander. You almost single-handedly stopped the last Blight. Darkspawn quiver in your wake! The First Warden can go shove it."
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Date: 2015-08-05 07:05 pm (UTC)From:Neria looked into cupboards and shelves, taking notes on her journal about the food and general kitchen ware. "Sigrun, dear, can you please take care of our little snack? Haven't eaten since I got here."
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Date: 2015-08-05 07:19 pm (UTC)From:At the suggestion, however, she brightened. "Sure thing, Commander," she said, scampering off to poke around in the cupboards. She found a small basket and piled a few things into it - a loaf of bread, a few pears that didn't look too mealy, a block of cheese.
If there was any pilfering going on, any food tucked away in pockets and sleeves, Sigrun was too quick a pickpocket for it to be noticeable.
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Date: 2015-08-05 07:30 pm (UTC)From:"Oh, that old beast. Already sleeping."
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Date: 2015-08-05 08:09 pm (UTC)From:"Of course he is."
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Date: 2015-08-05 08:19 pm (UTC)From:Neria went downstairs, crossing the yard and sitting by Jägers side. The old mabari hound waved his tail briefly and went back to his snoring shortly after.
"Seems like no one have been here yet. Well, not that a horseless stable is worth much attention."
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Date: 2015-08-05 09:37 pm (UTC)From:"Seems like it might be a nice, peaceful place to spend time, normally. Bit odd to have all the scent of horse and no actual horses, though." She shuddered. "This place. Did I mention it was creepy?"
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Date: 2015-08-05 09:47 pm (UTC)From:Neria placed some rocks in a circle and used hay to start a small campfire outside the stables, approaching her hands to the flames to warm them; the orange fire was pleasant, especially with the black and blue sky above them.
"I was the first person you encountered here, Sigrun?"
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Date: 2015-08-06 01:12 am (UTC)From:"Yeah, you and now Jager here." She patted the Mabari affectionately and then pulled the basket of food she had packed into her lap. She broke the loaf of bread in half between her hands and held out a portion to Neria.
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Date: 2015-08-06 01:19 am (UTC)From:Jäger whined, worried.
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Date: 2015-08-06 03:50 am (UTC)From:"That is a good point," she said. "These others sound...I don't know, like nothing I've ever heard of."
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Date: 2015-08-06 03:59 am (UTC)From:She took another bite of bread.
"Let's eat and go see this Eluvian. I wonder what shattered it."
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Date: 2015-08-06 04:13 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2015-08-06 04:27 am (UTC)From:Neria laughed.
"Let's move."
(ooc: I suggest we finish this thread here and pass to the new one, including Dagna)
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Date: 2015-08-06 04:38 am (UTC)From:"It's all gone tits over ass if you ask me," she said, through a quiet chuckle, as she prepared to follow Neria.
(OOC: Sounds perfect!)